Poor poor souls, The Chosen have disregarded you many moons ago.

You were tested, and proved unworthy.

During your trials you failed to maintain your own claimed lands. Only able to retake them when I allowed such to occur. You failed to rally those who house you, as your conglomerate is only comprised of those who are considered Mhaldorian defects... yourself included. You have but only two amongst your ranks even willing to rise to the occasion of single combat. The most active of your goons does not even claim your cause.

However, though the pressure that has been put on you and your kin, you have advanced... even if ever so slightly from the process. Your flock actually had a reason to leave the city, vice sitting and wasting. Your guards got to unsheathe there blades, even if only to fall. Your Keeper got to put delusions to paper once again, and you... You finally learned to speak up even if to blabber nonsense. There is still much work to be had in the North. However, you have been brushed aside for now. Which I imagine it is why you speak as you do.

I have said it countless times but it is worth repeating again. You may be so naAve to believe your own lies and convincing to sway the thoughts of those under your teat. Your fallacies will not sway the perception of sapience or change the facts. I stand as I have and will always... As Truth


HIS Mortal Voice
Dread Hand Proficy Ikari, Warden of the Isle

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Sarapin, in the year 900 AF.